The blood-colored giant python let out an earth-shattering roar. Yet, even as its fangs and crimson tongue tore savagely into Frey's body, Frey remained motionless, transforming into an iron statue firmly rooted in place.
Ulysses realized immediately that something was very wrong with the situation.
"The Withered Saint, you traitor!"
He must return, he must return!
His very essence needed to risk everything to make it back.
But Hyperion seemed to have received some kind of directive, desperately trying to block his essence from returning to Earth Abyss Palace.
Ulysses was now fighting on two fronts, forced to focus all his energy on dealing with Colonel McCree deep within Earth Abyss Palace.
The worst part was—the Withered Saint truly possessed the Essence of the Blood Moon!
